Story: Dogi of Delights

 

No sooner had Nabiki skipped and frolicked her way out of the Tendo front gate than she ran into a familiar, albeit twitchy figure. Standing there, pacing back and forth, rubbing at her arms, pupils dilated and breathing heavy. It was, of course, Ukyo Kuonji.

"Like, hi there Uchan!" Nabiki waved at her. "Tee hee, what's a smoking hot babe like you doing around here?"

"I need it back," Ukyo said. She rushed forward to grab Nabiki by the lapel. "Give it here! I know you've got it. I - I need to wear that stupid thing again!" Nabiki couldn't help but giggle, first at Ukyo's desperation, and secondly at the way her cleavage looked really good when Ukyo tugged on her shirt like this. The urge to tease the chef was palpable.

"Oooh babe, you're already such a bimbo that you <i>wanna</i> wear this super awesome dogi? Even though you know it's gonna make you even dumber and hornier than you already are? Lolz." Or is like 'okay it'd be super hot to see you get even thicker but what if we goooot another girl? Because clearly you're too dumb to wear it props without getting giggly stupid'

"Nnnngrh~" Ukyo grunted. "I don't want to be, like, a bimbo or anything but - But! I gotta wear it! At least let me feel the fabric! I need it on me, I need it pinching me, caressing me- I just plain need it, okay?!"

This was a feeling Nabiki knew all too well. However! She was the one wearing the dogi for right now. That meant she totally called the shots, and she was feeling, like, super horny and stuff.

"Gimme a smooch babe," Nabiki demanded, and Ukyo nervously looked around before leaning in. mmmm, yeah. That's the fine, fine taste of hot okonomiyaki chef ass! Which was a very particular flavour you didn't encounter all that often, tee hee!

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"N-Nabiki, we gotta find a way out of this," Ukyo whispered. Yet her lips returned to Nabiki's a moment later. "I don't want to be a dumb, horny bimbo who can't go ten seconds without wanting to feel a sweet booty between my fingers or have someone's hands squishing into my boobs! I can't be a chef if I'm-" She was interrupted by another Nabiki kiss. "If I'm too slutty to hold a spatula without grinding it against my body! I-" Another kiss as her lips refused to be apart from Nabiki's for too long. "I don't wanna find out I'm weak enough to get crushingly addicted to a piece of clothing that's making my body so, so <i>so</i> much hotter every time I wear it!"

"Oh sure, U-Chan, I can totes see how you'd be too cute and helpless to resist like, becoming an utter slave to the pleasure of this adorable dogi. Not every one can be as intellicure… intellectric…. As smart as I am!"

"B-But that can't last, can it?"

"Push your boobies together." Ukyo did so, as her eyes took on an expression of fright as she found herself unable to even hesitate before pressing her palms into her modest bosom and squeezing her breasts together. Was it the unyielding need of the dogi that compelled her to do it, or was it so entrenched in her mind already that she was corrupted by perverted thoughts that easily?

"Sooooo, how about you come with me and I'll let you wear the dogi?" Nabiki asked. "Tee hee! You just wait right where I tell you to, and then I'll let you have it, 'kay?"

"A-Alright..." Ukyo grumbled to herself. Nabiki took her hand and led her off to a bench in the middle of the street, where she was led to sit and wait for Nabiki, who sauntered off, rolling her hips like a hooker on the prowl for a client.

Ukyo smoothed her hands down her legs, hating her own uniform for not being the dogi. It was dumb. It was stupid. So stupid! How do you get addicted, thoroughly hooked to a piece of cloth? Granted, it was a sentient piece of cloth. One that made her feel even better than when Ranma called her cute. Would he call her cute now? Or would he call her sexy, instead? Maybe a bombshell? Maybe a slut in the making? Would he be more into that?!

"Shampoo kill!"

Nah, he wouldn't say something like that, it sounded like something that Shampoo would - Woah! Shampoo was leaping in at her from on high with eyes like fire, multicoloured mace swinging down with a bead right on Ukyo's head. She had to leap away, and in turn the bench was turned to scrap. Nobody could sit on that now except a contortionist.

"The hell, Shampoo!" Ukyo snapped, whipping out her battle spatula even though she knew that if Shampoo was being serious she was fucking dead. "What lit a bee under your -"

Suddenly, a second shape leaped out of the shadows. Do-chan! Ukyo went for it like a rabid dog for a bloody steak. In an instant, she had it on her - and her full battle potential was unleashed! Thus, when she whirled around and blocked Shampoo's relentless assault, she was actually able to push her back.

"Oh yeah, that's the good shit," Ukyo muttered to herself, while Shampoo looked her over with no less anger. In fact, quite a bit more. "What crawled up your hot butt today?"

"No talk, you die now!" Shampoo yelled, leaping in for another attack but this time around she only ate pavement. This didn't deter her, she's kinda determined like that. "Ah! How you so strong now?!"

"Hey Shampoo~" Nabiki sang from not too far away. "I'll tell you how if you, like, pay me!"

Shampoo tossed a wad of cash across the street, which Nabiki grabbed between her teeth like a dog catching a treat. She flicked through the notes, and then casually replied - "It's, like, the dogi! Hit the buckle, it'll come o~off!"

The next thing Ukyo knew, Shampoo had swung her mace down into the pavement at her feet, a bare miss that split the concrete, and sent a piece flying right into her waist where it struck the buckle and - 

"Nooooo! I wasn't done with it yet!" Ukyo yelled as the dogi came apart right before her eyes... before quickly reforming around Shampoo instead! "Oh <i>shit</i> that's not good! That's not good at all!"

"Oh hey, is that my sis putting her tongue down Ranma's throat over there?" Nabiki asked, and that was more than sufficient distraction to keep Shampoo's attention off Ukyo long enough for her to get the fuck out of there before she got a face full of fist from an angry warrior chick with a nice body and a vicious attitude.

Yeah, not hanging around here thanks. Addiction or not, sometimes you gotta go for the life saving option! Luckily, Shampoo seemed more interested by the idea of Akane making out with Ranma. An idea that Ukyo had to admit did kinda rankle her a little bit, but...

"Hey, hey! How ya doing?" Nabiki asked, patting Ukyo on the head. "So? So? Now we, like, got Shampoo hooked too! She'll be hooked on the dogi in no time flat!"

"In enough time for her to find and do unspeakable things to your little sister," Ukyo flatly said. Her body trembled, adrenaline wearing off. "Ahhhh, that wasn't nearly enough, I need more... More! Please, give me more!"

Nabiki tilted her chin up and kissed her square on the mouth. That... that actually did kinda help a little bit, but... Not enough. She needed more. Craved more. Yearned for more, more, more! She could already feel her butt and boobs were a little bigger than they had been not too long ago, the dogi having its effect on her body. Had it reduced her intelligence as well? The same way it had Nabiki? How long could she last before she didn't care anymore?

For that matter... How long could Shampoo?